cant quite put a finger on it.

but if we close our eyes and sense.

something doesnt feel right.

another major cramp episode has disrupted my agenda today.

times like these i say, the boys have it better off.

i should ask no question.

for i will not hear what i need to hear.

the responses are logical, but the motivation and the right reasons for this are not there.

i play the role of a mere extra.

no status of importance, nowhere near a core element.

but a reserve on the sideline bench.

like an ornament.

with it, the house is beautified.

without, the house remains unfazed, functional.

there's no real need for ornaments, really.

even if i dont burn my bridges, i cordon them off in faithfulness.

you seem to be keeping your doors open instead.

maybe in a friendship, this situation would more likely pan out.

but anything more than that, it just doesnt seem right that your other half is dispensable.

am i the one who's settling?

no more bad boys with huge egos and a public image of high maintenance.

just one good, clean and honest man who has nothing to prove to the world and is sure of what love entails.